[The gentleness is an unexpected prelude, priming him to relax, to uncoil muscles braced for a strike — a cool caress before the viper sting. He meets Cy's eyes, understands the necessity of that touch shared between both of them, and he doesn't flinch at the inevitable swing that follows.
The slap of fresh rings out; Sasuke's eyelashes flicker. He doesn't pull away like the impulse of a child's hand on a hot stove — he has better discipline, instead only curling fingers in the immediate heat of the aftermath, feeling the sting left by impact. He watches the pale color of his skin slowly bloom pink.]
It doesn't hurt. [Twenty, though, might be something to contend with.] It should be fine.
[The sensation is fading to a tingle, and it makes him... anticipatory as he looks to tomorrow. His mouth is a little dry, neck a little hot, from the practiced expertise Cy demonstrates.]
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The slap of fresh rings out; Sasuke's eyelashes flicker. He doesn't pull away like the impulse of a child's hand on a hot stove — he has better discipline, instead only curling fingers in the immediate heat of the aftermath, feeling the sting left by impact. He watches the pale color of his skin slowly bloom pink.]
It doesn't hurt. [Twenty, though, might be something to contend with.] It should be fine.
[The sensation is fading to a tingle, and it makes him... anticipatory as he looks to tomorrow. His mouth is a little dry, neck a little hot, from the practiced expertise Cy demonstrates.]
Is there anything else we need to discuss?